Chapter 1068 Swadling Baby Wrapped in Silver-Gray Satin

However, apart from the sound of the midwife announcing the good news, there was no other sound in the room.

For example, the cry of a baby.

Whether it was loud or weak, there was not a single sound.

Not only that, but the room suddenly became quiet.

Ruoyin listened with sharp ears, but didn't hear anything.

For a moment, the air was dead quiet.

And this uneasy quiet seems to be contagious.

It made everyone outside also hold their breath and concentrate, not even daring to breathe.

With a "creak", the wooden door inside opened.

A midwife came out, holding a swaddling baby in her hands, wrapped in silver-gray brocade.

She walked to the center of the hall and knelt down.

And everyone's eyes were fixed on the baby in her arms.

I saw a thin baby wrapped in brocade, with eyes closed.

Although the blood and vernix on his body had been scrubbed clean, he still looked horrific.

"Empress...Concubine Yugui gave birth to a little elder brother, but unfortunately...came out...passed away, even Concubine Yugui passed out because of collapse .” The midwife said rather sadly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still full of expectations frowned.

No wonder there wasn't even a cry, it turned out to be lifeless.

Ruoyin only took one look, then looked away.

She frowned and asked, "Why did you die as soon as you were born?"

"Well, we used to be engaged in midwifery, and there was a saying that we should raise seven babies instead of eight."

"What is raising seven but not eight?" Ruoyin asked puzzled.

"I don't know the specific situation, anyway, it's passed down like this. It means that it is also premature, and it is easy to feed the seven-month baby, but it is difficult to feed the eight-month baby." , draw such a conclusion.

It sounds superstitious.

On the other hand, Doctor Feng said, "According to what I know, it's because of the development of the lungs. Seven-month-old lungs grow better than eight-month-old lungs, so it's easier to feed them."

Ruoyin nodded with half understanding.

What the midwife said before was so mysterious, it sounded too superstitious, and she didn't quite understand it.

Now being reminded by Doctor Feng like this, the professional knowledge I have learned before comes to my mind.

As far as she knows, from a scientific point of view, fetal lung surfactant begins to be produced around July, and then increases slowly to reach a peak, which is easy to survive.

By eight months, it will decline, lacking pulmonary surfactant.

It is easy to have difficulty breathing during childbirth, causing suffocation, and it is not easy to feed.

Therefore, the general public will have the saying that they should raise seven but not eight.

But it also depends on the individual, not all situations are like this.

There are also those who have not been fed for seven months, but are healthy and healthy for eight months.

Just in general, seven-month-olds are easier to raise than eight-month-olds.

"In this case, let the baby be settled, and we will see how to arrange it after the emperor goes to court. Doctor Feng stays behind, and when Concubine Yugui wakes up, she will take a good look at it. In addition, the Forbidden City must have a good look at today's affairs. Block the news, anyone who dares to spread a word will be shot!" Ruoyin said in a deep voice.

Indifference in the royal family, which is lost at birth, has always been considered an ominous omen.

Especially the first son after ascending to the throne, who had been looking forward to in the harem.

Adding this means auspiciousness and dignity.

If people know about it, it will be gone, and those who don't know about feudal superstition should talk about it.

If it is more serious, it may be said that the fourth master murdered his father, tampered with his will, robbed his brother of the throne, and disrespected his parents, which is why he suffered this retribution, and even God is against him, etc...

Therefore, after she and Zhuang Gui had finished their lives, the news that Concubine Yu Gui gave birth to a stillborn child had to be released before it was released, and everything would be fine.

"Yes." The harem concubines and servants in the room all knelt down and agreed.

Concubine Qi even said embarrassingly: "Queen, that...Si elder brother and Da Gege are still waiting for my concubine, so I won't stay here any longer, I'll go back first."

When she spoke, there was disgust on her face.

Probably feel unlucky.

Ruoyin nodded slightly, she was right, she glanced at the faces of the other people in the harem, and said lightly: "You all go back too, but I will hand over the matter of Yikun Palace to the Department of Punishment. At that time, someone will interrogate the steward, who will come to your yard to interrogate, I hope everyone will cooperate."

"Yes." Concubine Qi went out one by one after a few responses.

Ruoyin explained some things before taking his servants back to Yongshou Palace.

When they arrived at Yongshou Palace, the slaves prepared water for Ruoyin, burned incense and bathed.

And hung moxa leaves at the door, which are all used to remove bad luck.

At noon that day, the fourth master, who had finished his work after going to court, ordered someone to take the elder brother who died after birth to be buried outside the palace.

Because such a small baby cannot be buried in the imperial tomb.

In this way, Concubine Yugui's three children either only took their baby names.

Or they didn't even have time to get their baby name.

Not to mention taking the name of Hongzi's generation.

These three children just disappeared forever in the Forbidden City...

As for the first son after ascension to the throne, naturally it has to be postponed later.

I don't know if it's because I'm too busy, or I'm numb.

Fourth Master did not go to Yikun Palace to see Concubine Yugui like the previous two times.

It's just a servant who rewarded the body with nourishing tonics, and then reviewed the memorial in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It was night, and the brightly lit Yikun Palace looked resplendent and resplendent, but gave off a lifeless feeling.

It was as if there was a layer of sadness that enveloped the entire Yikun Palace.

Concubine Yu Gui, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, her eyes were dull and dim.

That pair of soul-stirring bright eyes have long lost their former brilliance.

Instead, it was as hollow as a ghost without a soul.

Just stare at the painted coffered ceiling.

She held her lips, and murmured blankly: "Ziqing, tell me, it's not true, okay..."

Seeing her master's appearance like this, Ziqing was so distressed that she didn't know how to answer.

But she couldn't lie to her, so she had to coax: "My lady, it's all over, everything will pass, and everything will get better."

At this moment, Concubine Yu Gui only felt a burst of sadness welling up in her heart.

Something blurred her vision.

Then, a stream of crystal clear tears fell from the corner of her eyes silently on the silk pillow.

She just lay on the bed, her whole body trembling.

Even though there was no cry, the tears kept flowing down like broken beads.

She cried silently at first.

Then one after another, suppressed, painful, uncomfortable, and sad cries came from the already hoarse voice.

The sad crying, walking in the room, was stained with an irreparable sadness.

Crying and crying, the suppressed crying turned into uncontrollable crying.